Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jul 16, 2013 22:07:23 GMT -5
Darkness. Silence. Peace.
While unconscious many beings find these three things, Akassa Hattori was no different. Through her fight with Ninjin she had given everything, all her energy, all her stamina, and all of her will power. The last time she had risen a credit to the willpower she possessed even though it had not mattered in the end, her brothers shin what decided the match and not her strength of mind. Due to the full extent of which she had drained herself no dreams or nightmares disturbed her slumber. As the medical team, healer present, attended to the most serious of her injuries she did not stir. Even as the magical energy passing through her fixing the broken bones and numbing the pain of her concussions she was at peace. With her major injuries addressed she was then stripped down to her underclothing before being place in a rejuvenation chamber. The Princess slept there as well, sleeping soundly until the early hours of the following morning.
When she awoke she did so with a jerk, her mind reacting some to the last thing she remembered, the sensation of pain exploding along the right side of her face. After the small jerk she relaxes some as her eyes slowly open, looking out through the green liquid that filled the tank. Floating there she could feel things attached to her arms and chest, a breathing apparatus over her mouth and nose. Beyond the glass a couple medical staff members were talking, one glancing over and pointing when he realized she was awake. Feeling very much like some specimen, some frail, weak creature in need of help she felt her anger rising.
A speaker clicked on and a voice came into the tank.
"Glad to see you are awake Miss Hattori. How are you feeling? "
Akassa's eyes narrow at those looking in on her, two things wrong in what had just been said. For starters she was Princess Akassa and second she was just fine, she didn’t need others taking care of her. Sure she was still sore and not yet one hundred percent, but the proud Saiyan warrior would never admit that. Instead she planned to show them just how healthy she was, the sting of her recent defeat still fresh in her mind. Anger remained for the cheap manner in which her brother had defeated her, but the majority it was directed at herself. A trick only worked if the target fell for it and Akassa had, in front of millions.
Without a word in response she begins to move some, answering the question posed to her with action instead of words. Her right arm lifts, fingers flexing some before they curl into a fist. With little room to move and the liquid she was submerged in slowing her movements she punches forward, her knuckles slamming into the glass window before her. With limited space to move it was not the hardest strike she could deliver, but it was enough to create a spider web of cracks on the reinforced glass. Voices came over the speaker again and others carried through to her as medical assistants began to shout outside. The hybrid ignores them all, her fist driving forward again.
The second strike was all the glass could take, the pressure of the suspension fluid behind it causing it to burst forward into the room, the green liquid right behind it. With a groan Akassa reaches forward and grabs a hold of the tank edges, starting to yank herself out. It was a bit harder than she thought it would be, her muscles complaining after having just been woken up, her body still not feeling completely awake. As she pulls herself up and forward the different sensors and apparatuses attached to her stretch then begin to snap off. The mask over her face was the only thing she needed to physically remove with her hand.
As her bare feet slap down onto the wet floor she scans the room, the attendants all staring at her backed up against the edges of the medical room. Akassa was not fond of people gawking at her, even less so as she stood there soaking wet and barely covered. Grinding her teeth some she finds the one that had spoken to her before, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Well do not just stand there! Get me a towel and my clothes already!" Her voice rises as she speaks not leaving any room in her tone for debate. Spitting some of the sour tasting suspension fluid from her mouth she looks herself over. Even though she still felt sore there was no visible sign of damage left on her. She was however soaked and her hair, which she usually kept in a very specific style, hung down in nasty clumps. This whole scene was infuriating her.
For a full minute she stands and waits, the others in the room still looking at her and the now broken machine behind her. Having had enough of being on display for these fools she heads for the door with a snort. The Princess pauses for a moment to make a demand of the attendant closest to the exit. "There must be showering facilities in this building, where are they?"
The girl raised her hand to point down the hall, apparently still in some form of shock from Akassa forcing her way out of the chamber. Instructing the girl to have her clothes delivered when the man returned with them she heads down the hall. The few staff in the corridor move aside as she nears them, the determined look on her face advising them to do so. Most watch her in silence, no doubt having seen the match themselves and aware what she had recovered from. Her bare feet slap against the floor the entire way until she arrives at the showering area. It was large enough to facilitate a couple people, but she locks the door after stepping in.
Turning on one of the showers she lets it heat up before stripping the rest of the way down. Stepping under the steaming water, finally alone with her thoughts she sighs. With her head under the streaming water it was all she could hear as it rushes past her ears. Letting herself calm some she starts to replay what she remembers over in her head.
Akassa remembered the fight as clear as day, how evenly matched she and her brother had been. Never before had she been pushed to such heights and never before had she fought so vigorously. The two had exchanged words, hateful words, but was it really hatred that drove them in those moments or the desire to outshine the other? Ninjin was the Prince, the next in line to be king so what would people think if he lost to a half blooded Saiyan and what would that mean for the pure, royal line? Ninjin had no choice when it came to what he did in order to win.
Still even with the understanding of the position he was in she still hurt, her heart still simmered with anger. All she wished was to be recognized for her strength and loyalty, to stand beside Ninjin and not in his shadow. The tournament had been the perfect opportunity and she had squandered it. Biting her lower lip in anger the Princess was not sure how she was going to look her father in the eyes, but she knew she must. What else was she to do bow her head in shame? Not Akassa Hattori.
No not her, royal blood DID run through her veins. Like before her loyalty would lie with her family and more respect would be paid to Ninjin. She had thought herself his superior in terms of strength, but she had learned that was not the case. She planned to pay him respect as the superior warrior, but that did not mean she would not aim to get stronger. Her training to this day had not been enough, so she was going to push herself further, harder than before. Akassa would never forget the pain and humiliation of this defeat, but neither would she allow it to hold her back.
As the water running over her washed away the suspension fluid the warmth washed away most of her anger. She had lost to Ninjin and he had spat hurtful words at her, but she had done the same. A grin starts to form on her lips; he had won, but barely. Their rivalry had not diminished simply because of that fight, but she would continue to respect him until he was the one taking a recuperating shower. Then...then he would be the one paying respect to her.
Finishing with her shower and fixing her hair to its normal style she finds her clothes left outside the door. Everything was there except for her coat that Ninjin had incinerated. Getting dressed she makes her way from the medical center on Alpha Prime and heads for the coliseum. Both of her brothers were still in the tournament as were Celeh and Truffle. All had the chance rise to the top, but if she could not best Ninjin, than who could?
Zeni Please